Monday, April 14, 2014

Soil



Blood moon shaking up on the sidewalk
Someone echoing down
Shadow an eclipse
A ghost
Collected dreams
Pushing
Till mold claims us
Surrender open
Failing clouds of
Stubborn mother
Trying
Dry hands
Wet faces
Forgetting
Spoiled erased happy
I
Wish
You
Happiness.

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